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Chapters (36)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Acknowledgements
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. NINETEEN
  23. TWENTY
  24. TWENTY-ONE
  25. TWENTY-TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. THIRTY-ONE
  35. THIRTY-TWO
  36. THIRTY-THREE

I eyed the pallet, trying to estimate how much space I had in one of the storage rooms allotted to the archive. “Could you have the boxes numbered one through ten put in the office? I think the rest of them will fit in the archive storage room.”

“No problem.” Rick glanced at his watch. “My guys’ll be having lunch soon. How about they get ’em up there by two? That do?”

“That’s fine.” I was itching to get into box number one and take a gander at Ms. Enderby’s master inventory, but that could wait. “Thanks. I really appreciate it.”

Rick smiled, and I climbed down from the loading dock and rejoined Diesel in the car.

We sat there for a moment as I stared at the boxes above us. How bizarre this was. And yet, how typical of the man.

Godfrey, with his irrepressible ego, was so sure the college would want his papers, he had them boxed and ready to go. What would he have done yesterday, I wondered, if someone had told him the college wasn’t interested?

He would have found a home for them somewhere, but in reality, Athena College, like most private schools these days, couldn’t afford to turn down a gift from a prominent alumnus like Godfrey. Athena would accept anything in the hope that more money would follow.

Diesel rubbed against my arm and chirped loudly, interrupting my train of thought.

“Let’s go home for lunch,” I said, scratching his head. “Then we’re going to come back this afternoon and take a look at those boxes.”

I drove us home and, once we were in the kitchen and I’d taken off his harness, Diesel headed straight for his litter box in the utility room. I went to the refrigerator, feeling a bit peckish. After the big breakfast I’d had, I didn’t want much for lunch.

Azalea had anticipated that, for I discovered a bowl of salad with mixed greens, chopped egg, and cheese sitting on the top shelf. Add some of Azalea’s homemade thousand island dressing to that, and it would be just fine.

I prepared my salad and filled a glass from the pitcher of fresh tea on the counter and took them to the table. Diesel came back and settled on the floor near my chair. The house was quiet, and I figured Azalea had probably gone to the grocery store, one of her usual Wednesday activities.